I guess I've never been good at the "being satisfied" thing. I can
recall this, this and perhaps this; and very often I encounter myself
struggling with the "being happy, but never satisfied" feeling.
Even
though I can be utterly and wholeheartedly grateful for all that I have,
I always want and need more, and most of the times it means to move, to go, to change [places, people, lifestyle]...
I
dream high, I aspire high (hey, I'm also talking about this) and so I get easily trapped on the webs of
tiresome and boredom. Trying to learn something new everyday it's a
priority for me (autodidact included), I like to be challenged and to challenge myself.
Truth is, reeeally good things happened to me during the past year
(mainly) (how many times more will I repeat this?!) and it's with a great joy that I look back and see my own
evolution, but now I guess it's time again...
I apologise for not translate the following poem to english, you know, I have hard feelings on poetry translations, especially with the portuguese language - my soul - (so may google translate rock your world!), but anyway I'm sharing a special one from a portuguese poet:
Estou cansada, cada vez mais incompreendida e
insatisfeita comigo, com a vida e com os outros. Diz-me, porque não
nasci igual aos outros, sem dúvidas, sem desejos de impossível? E é isto
que me traz sempre desvairada, incompatível com a vida que toda a gente
vive...
Florbela Espanca
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